That, my love, is a different fruit.
Jan 3
Plagued
By the winter crow.
"Cawa-cawa!"
"Save yourself, Heian!"
I am not dreaming.
Jan 4
I colour my eyes
A dark blue.
It will wash off in the rain
And all will wonder
What on earth am I doing?
Jan 5
I keep myself hidden
Unable to tie an obi,
My uselessness shows.
I cannot let you in
When my mood is like this.
Jan 6
It is forbidden to say,
I consort with Kami,
From places you cannot see.
The wearing of white
Is a double edge sword.
Jan 7
Through me
You learn nothing.
Find yourself another,
Who will teach you
The art of lovemaking.
Jan 8
The emperor's voice
Has lost its fragrance.
Son of heaven
Claims the battlefield.
Ten thousand cheers.
Jan 9
I stole a rice cake,
Hinata saw me do it!
His silence moves me.
A modest bow,
Offers the illusion of love.
Jan 10
Samurai! War!
Have you forgotten
How to fight?
Oh, you no longer are,
You are merely myth.
Jan 11
I am summoned.
Shikibu's tears blacken
At her passing beauty,
Why? Let those things
Be what they are.
Jan 12
Yes, overcome, I ate
Hinata's burning heart.
He left it there
For me to find
And I was hungry.
Jan 13
It's not on purpose
That a tear – should
Ruin me, or consume
This much beautiful ink.
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PoetryThe poems of Heian no Seiyama. Further collections will be added each month.
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